Kitty Carpet, the reusable downstairs toupee. A popular style is the Michael Jackson, presumably because it looks like a Jheri curl and is highly flammable.
For the man who suffers feelings of inadequacy when watching Mad Men (also known as Jon Hamm-feriority complex), there is the faux bulge of Trunk in My Junk, an underwear insert that offers the latest in stealth codpiece technology. Unless she tries to put her hands down your pants.
Also for gents, the soothingly named ballsBalm is a depilatory lotion that comes with a decidedly rough-sounding exfoliating glove. The company touts it as an enjoyable adjunct to pleasuring oneself. It sounds like a sadomasochistic way to cut the brush to make the tree look bigger. If sandpapering one's own gonads was pleasant, Home Depot wouldn't be able to keep the stuff in stock.
Finally, a product called repHresh uses this cute girl in Groucho glasses to represent other deodorants that mask vaginal odor. Can Mr. Marx' estate sue? (Please?) While in this case "pH balance" is code for "smelly cooch," the ad also mentions odor seven times, proceeding from the assumption that women already stink. Ladies, if you go to all this trouble and your man still doesn't like it down there, maybe he's gay!
Whatever's trending for you, #bush or #bald, we at Magick Sandwich wish you a happy Valentine's Day. No matter what you've got going on, have fun. Go crazy. 'T ain't nobody's business if you do!